Reborn as Lucifer Morningstar in Lucifer TV/DC comics

All of Creation could feel the the Morningstar's rage.

All the stars, all the fires, and all the lights brightened with harshness and savagery. Desires exploded outward of many in viscious ways and lies became for a time, impossible.

All the very concepts that defined the archangel lashed out with him, for he was them, and he was furious.

Hell experienced it the harshest, for even it, was starting to tear at the strain of containing the very presence of his rage.

The demons were filled with mad frenzy as they tortured more viciously then ever. They were in a state many would call akin to enlightenment, but rather than understanding the granting of peace, they understood how to bestow despair unlike virtually any other.

"Son, calm yourself. You're tearing the very foundations of Creation apart." The Goddess stated, her tone soft, attempting to sooth the inferno that was the Lightbringer.

His very being had transformed into fire. A fire if touched even by the ember of would make one cease to be.

"Calm yourself, Lucifer. The more you stay in this state, the more you bestow silence!" Lilith roared frantically, yet to no avail, it seemed like he wasn't even hearing them.

Sycorax seeing that talking was useless sent forth a mighty blast of magic, formed from the unraveling of Hell and directing the very Will and Power it was founded upon into a new form of attack.

It was still useless, it was reduced to nothing the moment it even neared him.

All the Devil could do was look into the skies of Hell and grieve, 'Oh, brother, what have they done to you... How dare they to have treated you so unjustly... I should end it. End all of it. Not even let the ashes remain. End all He loves to make him feel even the fraction of the sorrow I feel at the destruction they have bestowed you...'

And as the Lightbringer's flames raged ever the more, ready to reduce all of Creation to nothing, Sycorax felt something within her stir.

It beckoned her to approach the flame of Silence. The flame that would make all cease to be. One normally would ignore such a feeling, thinking it madness. Thinking it suicide and yet, the witch trusted it. She never doubted her instincts. They were her guide.

And so she approached, ignoring the protests of the first woman and Goddess and as she finally reached and touched the flame, all she felt from it was coolness.

The Morningstar loved those he still considered family, and thus, even if he allowed all of Creation to be engulfed within his flames, only they would remain unharmed.

Sycorax as she continued reaching towards Lucifer sensed that something seemed to travel from within her being towards the flame and as it did, it stirred the Will of God.

"Michael?" Lucifer questioned, his voice distorted into hundreds of voices, all sourcing from within the flame in shock, as he felt the primal Power of God reach towards him.

But it was not Michael. It was his son. It was Caliban. The boy had inherited both Will and Power, capable of generating both.

Finite in its amounts compared to his father and uncle, leaning more to the Will side of things, not a perfect equilibrium in comparison to Yahweh's Who's is infinite and in perfect balance.

It wasn't Michael, but yet it soothed his mind enough, sensing part of his twin making the pain of his other half's absence and his own failures as an older brother just a little more bearable, causing the flames finally to start to go down. Soon enough the archangel's normal visage stood before them once more.

"How... How is this possible? How can Caliban generate a piece of the Dunamis Demiurgos?" Lucifer questioned in disbelief.

Michael was made as the generator and container of the Boundless Power of God, while Lucifer was made that of the Boundless Will of God.

It should be impossible for Caliban to be able to contain and generate Power, unless Sycorax herself is somehow Michael's descendant...

And then, once more, as If a supernova exploded upon his face, the metaphorical wall shattered ever the more and knowledge flew in. He remembered how Michael in the comics was chained, and abused.

His power taken and put into the wombs of women to create a child that could become a vessel of power, just like Michael.

He could now see it, see the hidden weavings upon Sycorax's being when she was made, having been bathed in Michael's Power, made from a direct piece of it, in its most primal sense...

"Sandalphon..." Lucifer could only mutter as he realised the experiments the fallen seraph was doing upon his twin. Realising that Sycorax is one of the failed experiments that have lived.

Her being having been fashioned as an unstable vessel. It explained how Caliban could generate the Power and contain it, for when her essence came into contact with his Will, it seems to have generated something not much unlike a nuclear fusion.

It seems he can create Power, but he simply can only do it within a space made for it, like Sycorax's being. But that is to contemplate at a later time, for now, now his rage was greater than even before.

"Sandalphon..." Lucifer mutters once more.

"Sandalphon... Sandalphon! Sandalphon!" Roars Lucifer as he shoots out of the Palace and transforms into a three headed red dragon, the size of universes, engulfed in Lightbringer flames.

This was the same form he used in during the Great War in its first centuries.

It allowed him in the war to become a bigger target, that the Host would focus more on him rather than his army. In this way he balanced the amount of forces he had against Heaven's.

But it served another purpose in this case. This form was in nature, one where Lucifer did no longer hold the destructive nature of his being, as Samael at bay, but let completely loose.

It serves as a beacon to Michael, one beckoning him to respond in anyway that matters with the Creation aspect of his being.

Normally, Lucifer would do this in a far more refined way with the Will, but since it is unable to be used at this moment, he needs to resort to a more barbaric way.

Expressing more savagery and viciousness as destruction is in its nature. His current size compensating as a vessel with the aid of magic so that his own destructive power when fully released doesn't rebel against him and harm him. He has done so by turning himself into something not unlike it.

For his being as an angel is the very essence of Creation, unlike a dragon which is the very representation of pure destruction.

"Michael!" The Dragon roars with his three heads.

He roars and roars for days straight and yet no response comes. In the end, the Devil realises the futility of his actions and transforms back from a dragon into an archangel and floates there, in the in-between of worlds.

He realises much to his rage and sorrow as he watches worlds form and die out that he currently has no way of aiding his twin.

Wherever Michael is, is cloaked by the very laws of the place. Laws that prevent him without the Will to observe it, to locate it.

He has considered giving up the yet sealed copy of Yahweh's Omniscience to regain it, but knows that it would do more harm than good, for he now realises Michael's current state since part of his memories return -- that contained knowledge his Father did not wish he knew -- better than ever before.

Michael is dying and with him so will Creation.

Sandalphon thinks he can mitigate it with the archangels he'll Sire from the two halves of the Demiurge, once he gifts Lucifer the daughter made from Michael's Power, but he's wrong.

Even Lucifer at his peak would be unable to heal Michael and prevent the destruction caused by his death and rebirth.

Lucifer can keep himself safe by protecting his being with the Will, but everything else will cease to be.

The Morningstar can not accept that. He contemplates requesting his Father for aid, but the Old Man already knows this is happening and is allowing it, enraging the Devil ever the more.

He realises, the only way to save everything is if he can get his hands on a Letter of Passage.

If he can enter the Overvoid, then he can let Michael die in there and be revived in there as well, for death has no true claim over them.

A letter of passage though is not something that is easy to come by. The only one who has the knowledge of making it, is his Father, as He's the one who wrote the laws of this Creation, and thereby as well, chose what is needed to be done to create a gateway to it.

Though, he wonders if maybe, he has access to that knowledge as well. The sealed copy of his Father's Omniscience, containing every bit of knowledge his Father had till the three siblings's very Creation, might as well contain, God's design.

A design of something Lucifer may be able to recreate.

After contemplating all this for what seems like centuries, the Devil now has his plan.

He needs to seek his Mother's counsel. And so he spreads his wings and flies back to his kingdom once again.

This time, more determined than ever.

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(Author note: Hello everyone! Happy new year! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and Lucifer's reaction.

Some things to make clear, Sycorax is not Michael's biological daughter. The things Sandalophon creates aren't children of Michael in the same as they are of any man.

They are children when beginning to form after intercourse between a man and women bestowed a piece of the Dunamis Demiurgos to see if they can adapt to it and live.

That's all I'll say for now.

Also, I hope the information shown in this chapter isn't too confusing. If it is, ask me and I'll explain to the best amount I can.

Well, I hope you all enjoyed!

Also Please, do comment, because I write consistently because I like the interaction with you guys. Without it, I'm really not motivated to write with as much vigor and motivation to do so daily. My other fanfics are a testament to that fact.

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